In Search Of Wisdom
Warning, if dental stuff makes you oogy then you might not want to read further. Its not graphic as such, but still….
Those of you who have long memories concerning this blog will remember that roughly a year or so ago I had to have my top left wisdom tooth removed, because it was falling apart and doing so in a spectacularly painful way. At the time I counted my blessings that it was a top one rather than a bottom one, since its apparently the bottom ones that are the cause of most “horror” stories concerning wisdom tooth extractions. I got home, watched a very good episode of Dr Who (called “Blink”) and generally felt rubbish for a couple of days. After that I tried to be more careful with my teeth, brushing 3 times a day (even having a toothbrush and paste at work so I could brush after lunch) and using mouthwashes and so on.
Despite all this, I was scunnered yet again by my own mouth. It gets me into trouble a lot….
I have whats been described as a small compact mouth and jaw set (and a large and very active tongue, fnar fnar). This is putting it mildly. To say it is tightly put together would be understating it. Theres not a lot of room in there. The tongue feels a little cramped and wishes it could upgrade to a condo (wtf am i talking about?). Point is that this has meant theres not much room for my wisdom teeth, which have been variably grinding against my jaw since they came in, and even their arrival was an uncomfortable experience because the gums didnt recede properly.
So earlier in the week im brushing my teeth with my funky doodie electric toothbrush. I move it to the aquward spot behind my top right wisdom tooth (behind the sharp bit that kept bothering my cheek) and theres this crunching noise…and I have a mouthful of blood and bits of tooth.
Oh Dear, i said to myself calmly…(actually i went “AAAAAAAAGH Mother&%$^#&&#$*#**!!!!!!!!!!). This occasioned a trip to the Emergency Dentist that I wont bore you with, but it meant two days off work, the first of which was spent in a case of mild (hah!) concern, since I wasnt actually in pain…the second of which was spend first being bloody terrified and then feeling very poo, with a numb mouth and a hole where the remains of my tooth used to be. I hate needles. i hate injections, and I hate stupid questions like “Im prodding your tooth with a very sharp instrument, please tell me if you feel anything.”
I mean…if shes prodding my tooth with something sharp…shes going to KNOW if I feel something…not a lot of grey area in that one….
And the worst part of it was that your not allowed any alcohol for a few days after an extraction. I really could have done with a calming beer on tuesday…or even a wee dram…but nooooooooo, not allowed. Not allowed hot or cold stuff either, so ice-cream was out too. Thats just rubbish that is.
Why are they called Wisdom teeth anyway? Theyre so far back in your mouth that you dont actually use them for anything (according to the dentist), their usually too big, grow funny and tend to be a total pain until they get removed, and if theyre the bottom ones theyre a total pain to GET removed too.
Stupid things.
Awwww hon, I’m so sorry. I went through this a couple of years ago (the couple of times D had to take me to the dentist and miss the game come to mind. I’ve got the same problems with my teeth - I had to have eight of em removed at L’s age just to let my adult teeth ‘fit’.
Hope you’re feeling better now.